We gathered in the open court
Following a trail of pebbles Devon picked up at the lake
Youth is wasted on the young
The rest of us were stuck there
Clutching at a feeling we couldn't shake
They said the seas were choppy at best
A wiser man would stay at home
The flagship planted on the bow
A million miles away from anything resembling paradise
We rocked for hours, maybe days
The whirls so brutal that a hot deserted island sounded nice
And then the cannon fire from where, I couldn't say
Too busy buried in my bed
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, don't let me get 'em
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, hold me back
Hold me back, I'm gonna get 'em
Now is the time when I attack
Now is the time when we attack
They took my wife and took my son
They took my wallet
And they emptied out the pockets in my shorts
I wondered where the captain went
"He's all but gator food for now," the leader managed to retort
It seemed so fruitless then to make for anywhere
There wasn't anywhere to be
You're probably scratching at your scalp
You're thinking to yourself
How could this man have gotten out alive?
His family standing by his sides
Based on the parable I told, there's no way that I could survive
A tale deceitful isn't what you signed up for
Tell everyone I said farewell
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